Down the street the other day
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He walked pass me with no legs
but crutches. Like days are hay.
I stood still for my aching legs.
He gradually turned and smiled
at my sad face for weak legs.
Just then I was so ashamed
he overtook me without legs
and still smiled at lazy bones.
He smiled with crutches for legs.
That day I learnt a learned lesson;
My problem was my good legs
but his was his destination.
His aim didn't miss the legs.